Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Less Painful Memories

I've been reading a lot of other peoples blogs recently as part of the swapbot blog swaps that I've been doing. I came across Mimi's blog, The Happy Honeybee and I read about her love of Christmas ornaments, and how a whole box got broken in a house move. It reminded me of my latest Christmas and the sadness I felt when something similar happened to me. I've not shared it before, because I was truly devastated, but there's a slightly more happy ending to my story now.

I'd been making myself a collection of pottery snowmen - painted by me at the local pottery painting shop. I put them in pride of place, on my mantel - they looked so lovely. Every year, instead of a card, Ian draws me a nice christmassy scene - this years one seemed to make the perfect backdrop for my snowmen so I placed it behind them on the mantel.

We had all my family over for christmas this year, and we cooked the bird on our barbecue outside to free up space in the oven for all the trimmings. As Ian opened the door to outside, a gust of wind caught the backdrop picture, and it fell forward. All the snowmen were pushed onto the fireplace, smashing into many pieces. It was a real snowman massacre.

What made it worse, was that I knew there weren't anymore of the big snowmen left at the pottery shop - their supplier had stopped selling them. I couldn't replace them and I was heartbroken. My first christmas in my new home was effectively ruined, but I had a good cry and got on with it as best I could. Ian tried to superglue as much as he could back together - but there were so many missing shards and it just wasn't the same. What made it worse was that it was my own stupidity that caused it - it was the hardest lesson to learn.

Anyway, I did promise you all a happy ending so here it is. I searched the internet high and low and found a supplier of the pottery snowmen. I now have 11 unpainted ones sat in my library and 1 that we painted earlier this year to check that it would fire correctly in the kiln at the pottery shop. So although I killed lots of snowmen that Christmas, I can get back my collection and be more careful with them in future. Oh, and the cute little rudolph on the end of the first picture survived (he fell on the carpet) so I guess that's happy too!

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I live in Eastleigh with my husband Ian. I love to bake and am finding blogging a good way to remember the things I've enjoyed and avoid making something bad twice! I also enjoy eating out and consider myself an amateur critic!